Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
JOHN DONNE
JOHN DONNE
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Love is strong as death; but nothing else is as strong as either; and both, love and death, met in Christ. How strong and powerful upon you, then, should that instruction be, that comes to you from both these, the love and death of Jesus Christ!
John DonneJohn Donne When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
John DonneJohn Donne No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
John DonneJohn Donne Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
John DonneJohn Donne Be thine own palace, or the world’s thy jail.
John DonneJohn Donne Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
John DonneJohn Donne There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.
John DonneJohn Donne I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.
John DonneJohn Donne No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
John DonneJohn Donne Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
John DonneJohn Donne I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.
John DonneJohn Donne For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere.
John DonneJohn Donne Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
John DonneJohn Donne All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
John DonneJohn Donne God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
John DonneJohn Donne I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
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